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THE BOOT

@dailydoseofxstud

The ranch hands were determined to turn me into a real cowboy, a proper bull rider. I’d grown up on a farm, tended cattle, and more than a few cowboys had told me I had an ass build for riding, whatever that meant. Still, their “training methods” were… confusing. The method of having all the ranch hands reach between my legs and press their hands and arms against my ass to determine my pressure area left me feeling humiliated. They had me practice posture drills over and over, correcting every tiny detail, spanking my ass and laughing each time I messed up. I couldn’t understand why we spent so much time rehearsing balance and grip without ever going near an actual bull, but the ranch hands seemed to enjoy the process.